Monkey: Hello! :D I am new to this fandom! Well, writing for it at least lol. I love Sterek fics, and I'm finally getting around to writing one myself :D

I admit I had fun writing this n.n

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"Stiles!"

The sleepy teen paused for a second on his way to the lecture hall and turned around to face who the voice belonged to. "Scott?" He saw the other boy who was way too cheerful this early in the morning, driving a school cart as he came to a halt beside him. "... They let you drive one of these?"

Scott just kept smiling. "I'm a great driver."

Stiles opened his mouth to retort but thought better of it. It was too early morning to mess with his friend's brain. "Whatever you say."

"Want a ride?"

"… Hell yeah."

He hopped into the small cart and hoped Scott didn't run anyone over. As the sheriff's son, it wouldn't look good if he was an accomplice for a D.U.S.: Driving Under Stupidity.

Ah, damn he was tired. He stayed up most of last night trying to cram in a couple essays he had due today that he kept putting off in favor of watching some of his favorite movies. Not favorite because of the content, because those would totally be either Star Wars or Harry Potter. But favorite because of a certain actor amongst them…

"So, still crushing on Derek Hale?"

Stiles' jaw dropped as he turned to look at his best friend. "You did not just say that!" He looked around quickly to make sure no one had heard the outburst. It looks like no one did or no one cared because it was far too early in the morning to be awake enough even to listen to gossip and most of his fellow schoolmates looked like sleepy zombies.

How did Scott know he was thinking of Derek Hale again?

… Oh God, what if he had a face similar to the one Scott had whenever he thought about Allison (which was like, all the freaking time)?

Scott grinned. "Come on Stiles, I think everyone knows of your little man crush on him."

"I could kill you with a pencil in forty-two different ways." Stiles looked away to hide his forming blush. He did not have a man crush on Derek Hale, hottest of the hot, sexiest of all the sex gods out there, I'm-so-hot-my-sexiness-is-both-legendary-and-terrifying-Derek-fucking-Hale.

… Ok, so maybe he had a small man crush on him. But that was ok; pretty much everyone on campus was in love with the man who had a body that would make the Greek gods jealous.

Although that could be attributed to his status. Seriously, the sexy man had been in several movies already, each one had hotter scenes with him involved than the last. No doubt puberty was extremely kind to him.

But he wasn't the only star on campus. Lydia Martin was also high enough on the school food chain she and Derek were basically royalty. The two were friends since they were toddlers and appeared in their first movie together. They kept in touch and every so often landed roles in the same movies. It was scary how unbelievably hot those two were. It had to be illegal for them to be in the same room at the same time with all their hotness. Like worse than illegal, it had to be a crime against the universe.

Whenever there was a large mass of people in their way, the students and even faculty members would part to let the two rulers of their school get through.

Their university was a blessed one to have those two there.

Or cursed because they all knew of the "look but don't touch" rule.

So his first class was boring as usual and Stiles found himself nodding off a lot. Not even Scott's antics at the start of the day were enough to keep him awake during his English class. By the end of the period, Stiles was happily asleep in the back of the class, dreaming about a very sexy werewolf. Derek Hale had recently costarred with Lydia Martin in a movie about werewolves. He played the alpha werewolf and she was his human-gone-werewolf mate.

But hot damn. Derek Hale's hotness just couldn't be real. Those abs, that deliciously tanned skinned, his dangerously low jeans he wore and those intense red eyes...

Enough to fill Stiles' dreams for months.

At least he didn't get any awkward surprises during class because he fortunately—or unfortunately—woke up before he got to the good part.

As he walked down the hall, he sleepily shuffled along to the elevators. He was too tired to walk up three flights of stairs and in his clumsy and sleepy state, he might end up falling down the stairs.

The elevator on the left was just closing and Stiles managed to catch a glimpse of the person inside.

There he was. Stiles recognized those gorgeous green eyes anywhere.

The doors closed and he shook his head a bit to wake himself up. He peeked at the numbers above the elevator door and saw the man of his dreams was going to the fourth floor.

Hmmmm. Go to class or stalk his man crush?

He pulled his phone out of his pocket to see the time.

Damn. Stalking had to wait. He had to be in math like now.

Maybe he'd see Derek Hale later.

Stiles looked up from his book to see Scott and Isaac grinning at him. He rolled his eyes and went back to reading about… whatever it was they were supposed to be reading about. He knew why they were grinning. "Ok no. Stop. I'm not in love with him. It's like, not even a crush."

"No, you're just drooling over his body." Isaac said sarcastically and seriously, Stiles was torn between being proud or scared that he was starting to rub off on Isaac.

Unfortunately Stiles didn't have a brain to mouth filter. "Exactly. So… Lust?"

Isaac and Scott chuckled.

"Anyway, can we stop talking about my obsession with him? It's not like you can talk, Scott. Allison has you in the palm of her hand; you're like a puppy following her around everywhere. At least I don't follow Derek Hale." Stiles uncapped his blue highlighter with his teeth and highlighted the crap out of the pages in front of him just to make it look like he was doing something productive.

"It'd be funny if you did," Isaac began, making a small note to himself in the margins of his book. Upon closer look Stiles saw that it wasn't a note but a little picture of a frog. Ha! He wasn't the only one screwing around then. "He could get a restraining order against you."

"Mr. Stillinski, Mr. Lahey and Mr. McCall," their current instructor, Professor Harris, glared at them from the front of the classroom. The three shut up and went back to pretending to read the books in front of them.

"Dude, what class is this?" Scott whispered, closing his book to see the title of it.

"Chemistry." Isaac replied.

"Oh crap, I've been reading the wrong book."

Isaac and Stiles looked over and saw Scott had been reading out of his English book. They started giggling and feigned innocence when they felt Professor Harris staring holes into their heads.

"Hey Stiles, look, it's Der—OUCH!" Scott immediately turned to stare at his best friend—and future fellow partner in crime—in complete disbelief. "Did you just throw an apple at my face?!" Scott nursed the left side of his cheek, certain he'd be getting a bruise of massive proportions.

Oh, but maybe Allison could kiss it better?

"I was going to throw the fork but I wasn't done eating. And you're thinking about Allison again, aren't you?" Stiles rolled his eyes and pretended not to look in the direction Derek Hale was at. They were at the student union and Derek Hale came to join Lydia Martin who was just finishing up her lunch. Stiles and Scott were sitting near enough that they could see the royalty without being blocked by a huge mob of people. The two rulers of the school made it perfectly clear that they wouldn't tolerate being followed around by a mob of college students like a paparazzi on steroids. From their distance, the duo, or just Stiles, could admire the view from afar.

"You're staring again—OUCH." Even without looking at him, Stiles managed to stab him with his fork. It was a plastic fork. Lucky for Scott. "You do remember that my mom is a nurse right? She's going to notice that I'm being abused."

"Oh look it's Allison," Stiles said, pointing behind Scott.

"Where?" He turned around and saw his angel, his beautiful, his perfect girlfriend, going over and sitting with Lydia Martin and Derek Hale at their lunch table. They smiled at her and let her sit with them.

Stiles' jaw dropped while Scott lit up like a puppy given a new toy. He grabbed his lunch and quickly stood up.

"See you later Stiles!" Scott called back, making his way to his lovely and amazing girlfriend who had to have some kind of gift to make everyone love her.

"Dude!" Stiles yelled out. Some people turned to look at them but he ignored them. "You're just gonna lea—and he left." Stiles stabbed at his food. He sighed.

Of course.

Stiles was lucky.

He wouldn't have thought that a mere three hours ago when he was having lunch with Scott before the traitor ran off to join his girlfriend, the woman who was going to rule the world and the man of his dreams.

But now, as he tried to walk through dark, muddy water that was over a foot high, he felt lucky. The only thing that suffered were his pants, socks and shoes, but other than that, he had been in class when the oceans started to fall down from the skies. He saw on his Instagram and even some things through Facebook, that it poured like hell outside for a couple hours, flooding some places in the school and most of the parking lots.

He managed to spend the entire time it was raining indoors because of his back to back classes and by the time he was done, the rain had stopped. Of course, there was still all that water he had to trek through just to get to his beloved jeep, but his books and everything in his backpack were safe from the harmful water that made a mess out everything.

He saw several of his schoolmates walking around like they had fallen into a pool.

During the flooding, the school police sent every student an email telling them to stay put. Stiles already didn't have a choice, so he was fine. Luckily he parked in one of the two parking garages that wasn't affected by the flooding and he was going to be able to leave when he wanted to.

And now it was time to leave.

It took him quite a while to finally get to the parking garage and he saw some people walking around taking their shirts off because they were completely soaked. He laughed.

He reached his jeep, threw his stuff inside and started it up. He had driven through a rainstorm before, and now he would be driving through the remnants of a rainstorm, so as long as he was careful, he should be fine.

His jeep was perfectly fine, thankfully. Some of the cars parked in the lots had water going above their tires—their owners couldn't open the doors in fear of having the inside of their cars flooded.

He figured the only thing that could make his day good again was if he could see Derek Hale. And yes, Stiles always referred to him as Derek Hale. Same went for Lydia Martin. They were so important and hot they deserved to be mentioned by their full names. Even when one was just thinking about them. Everyone knew that.

It took him nearly ten minutes to reach an intersection where he would turn to get on the main street that would take him home. Usually he could there in about two, but everyone was driving incredibly slow with the sidewalk high water going on in the streets.

The light was red so he pressed on the brake until he came to a clean stop at the front of the lane. He sighed. His car was getting stuffy and his AC didn't work so after checking that there really wasn't any rain or oceans falling, he rolled down his windows.

Normally he wasn't one to look at the other drivers when he was stuck at a red light. It was awkward. Except those times he and Scott were driving side by side only to have Jackson cut them both off with his hotshot Porsche just to piss them off. Jackson was a douchebag they'd known since high school. He was stupidly rich, but such a jerk. He had his nice moments whenever Lydia Martin was around, but other than that, he was their bully.

College kids who were bullied. How sad.

But this time, something told him to look over at the driver on his left and when he did, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

His jaw dropped, his eyes went wide.

There he was, in all his incredibly sexy glory—Derek Hale.

Shirtless.

Holy. Fucking. Sex on legs.

Whatever deity he'd obviously pleased, he was going to build them a shrine as soon as he could.

What luck! Derek Hale was sitting in the driver's seat of his sexy black Camaro shirtless and soaked.

He was tapping his fingers against the steering wheel to a random beat as he waited for the light to change. They were even both going the same way!

Stiles couldn't stop staring at him. Those abs of his, and that chest… Holy hell, they were absolutely perfect! How is that man real?

But he was real, and he was there, so close to Stiles, shirtless.

He was so busy staring at Derek Hale that he didn't notice the light turn green. He only saw Derek Hale start turning and heard the person behind him honk his horn. Stiles tried to focus on driving again but he turned the wheel too much and he hit something.

… Holy God.

What did he hit?

"Are you serious?" And there was the voice that haunted Stiles' dreams. Good lord, the man's voice was so sexy. Wait, why was he hearing his voice?

"Holy shit!" He just hit Derek Hale's car!

They had barely made it onto the main street when Stiles overshot and hit the Camaro from the side.

Stiles did his best to squeeze out of the door he was able to open slightly and he quickly ran over to the driver's seat as the actor stepped out of the car without a shirt. Maybe he forgot he wasn't wearing it, but Stiles wasn't going to remind him.

The cars that had been around them slowed down even more and avoided them as they turned into different lanes. Great, now because of Stiles there was going to be a lot more traffic than there was before.

"Are you ok?" Stiles asked, going up to the slightly taller male and looking over the man's body up and down.

No, he wasn't checking him out, he was just checking to make sure Derek Hale wasn't hurt.

… And checking him out.

"I'm fine. How the hell did you hit my car, couldn't you see your own lane?" He made a face as he noticed the muddy water he was stepping in, but then turned his attention back to his precious car and the idiot who hit him.

Obviously if both were fine if they could walk around and Stiles was pretty sure he didn't hit the Camaro too hard, so at least he got a chance to talk to this really hot guy before his father killed him. No doubt it wouldn't look good if the sheriff's son got into a car accident.

"Uh, look I'm so sorry! I promise I'll pay for all the damages—"

"You better, you hit me!"

"Yes, but, my dad's always told me that if I were to get into an accident to exchange information with the other person involved." Stiles couldn't help but stare straight at those green eyes. Hey, at least he was focusing on something else besides that well-sculpted chest and stomach.

Derek Hale stared at him for another moment before narrowing his eyes. "Fine. I'm—"

"Derek Hale."

The actor raised a brow.

"I uh, recognized you, and we go to the same university."

He didn't reply.

"Oh right, I'm Stiles Stilinski—"

"Your parents named you Stiles?"

He couldn't believe his luck today! No really, he couldn't. First it was good, then bad, then really good, then really bad. But right now, he was talking to this sex god! That was good luck if there was such a thing.

"No, but my real name is really weird and—"

"Look I don't care. Give me your phone." He held out his hand expectantly. Stiles stared at it for a second before he fumbled around his pockets and pulled out his phone. Derek Hale took it and started putting his information in it.

"Shouldn't I also get your phone? And shouldn't one of us call the police?" Those green eyes looked up from his phone and Derek Hale leaned over through the open window of his car and pulled out his cell phone and opened the glove compartment so he could pull out some papers with information he needed to give Stiles.

Stiles was busy admiring the amazing view.

The actor handed him his phone as he finished putting his phone number, license plate, policy number and whatever else he was doing in Stiles' phone.

Stiles stared in awe at the incredibly expensive cell phone as he still couldn't believe he was lucky enough to actually hold it.

"Well?"

"Oh right, sorry." Stiles quickly unlocked the phone and put his number in it. He remember the rest of his information that he needed to give him and put that in as well. "I'll call my dad."

"Why?"

"He's the sheriff."

They traded phones and Stiles was so floored by the situation he could barely think.

He couldn't even pay attention to whatever it was the sexy man in front of him was saying to him.

He was standing in front of Derek Hale (could he call him Derek now? They had spoken to each other!) and having a conversation with him. Granted it was about him stupidly hitting his Camaro, but still. And Derek was shirtless! And those black jeans were soaked, sticking deliciously to his—

Wait. He just hit Derek's car. Derek's car cost a lot more than Stiles' jeep ever would.

He just got into his first car accident because he was too busy drooling over those tanned abs.

His father was going to kill him when he found out.

Both could hear sirens going off in the distance and coming towards them. Of course, that was probably his dad on his way because someone had called the police and his jeep was famous in their town so his dad knew he was involved and was coming to murder him.

On the bright side, Stiles now had Derek's number.

And Derek had his.

Maybe this could be the start of a beautiful friendship, or even more.

… Or maybe not.

But Stiles was looking forward to the more part.

Definitely, if his luck kept going like it was. After, of course, he finished paying off the damages he did to Derek's car.

Damn.

Monkey: Thank you for reading! I have fortunately never been in an accident, so I'm not sure what the process is, but I tried. n.n;

Please tell me what you think! I'd like to know how I did here, since I love Sterek but I'm totally new at writing it. Kinda. Lol

So yeah, technically not a Sterek, but maybe one can imagine that sometime in the near future they get together and they're all cute and stuff? n.n\

1.14.13 edit: This will totally be a Sterek xD I wasn't planning on continuing this, but I did soooo expect Sterek! :D Eventually haha.

Thank you for reading! It really means a lot ^^